Find a comfortable place where you can sit or lie down undisturbed.
Settle in and let your body begin to soften.
Take a long slow breath in and sigh it out through your mouth.
Again,
Breathe in and sigh it out.
Feel the ground or chair beneath you supporting your weight.
Notice as your body settles a little deeper with every exhale.
You are relaxing.
It is safe to relax.
This is your time.
Let my voice and the rhythm of your breath anchor you here in this moment.
Bring your awareness to your feet.
Let them feel heavy and relaxed.
Relaxed.
Ease.
Letting go and relaxing.
Your buttocks.
Your pelvis.
Heavy and relaxed.
Your belly soft.
Releasing any holding.
Let your chest soften.
Your back.
Feel your shoulders drop away from your ears.
Relax your arms.
Your hands.
Your fingers.
Heavy.
Swallow and release your jaw.
Your eyes soft.
Your forehead smooth and relaxed.
Now you feel a golden light flowing down from above and pouring into the crown of your head.
This light fills you and surrounds you with calm and clarity with a deep inner sense of strength.
You enjoy relaxing in this golden light,
Safe and held.
Now you see yourself standing at the edge of a vast desert.
The sand is warm but not hot beneath your feet.
The air is still,
Scented faintly with myrrh and honey.
Ahead of you a temple rises from the sand,
Its walls shimmering gold in the sunlight.
You walk towards it,
Each step purposeful,
Steady.
Your spine is long.
Your breath is deep.
You feel safe and powerful.
When you get to the temple doors,
You cross the threshold and remember the fullness of who you truly are.
The doors open to welcome you.
You step inside.
Inside the temple the hall is vast.
Lit by high thin windows.
Gold and lapis glints from carvings on the walls.
At the far end facing you sits Isis,
The great goddess.
She's on a throne of black stone and gold.
Wings arch high behind her,
Her eyes steady and knowing.
As you step further into the hall,
The golden light gathers above your head,
Warming you and beginning to take form and weight and substance.
You lift a hand instinctively and feel the weight of a crown resting on your head.
This is your crown.
It has always belonged to you.
You continue to walk forward in the hall and Isis rises from her throne and walks towards you.
Her eyes meet yours.
She touches your crown,
Sealing it with her power and approval.
You feel her words vibrating in your heart.
You were never small.
You were never less.
Rise.
This has always been yours.
She gestures to a second throne identical to hers.
It waits for you,
Solid,
Ready.
You move towards the throne and as you sit your spine aligns,
Your shoulders soften,
And your heart beats strong and proud.
The stone of the throne beneath your hands is cool,
But you feel a deep pulsing warmth rising from within you.
Isis sits nearby,
Her gaze unwavering.
She is not offering you her power.
She is reminding you of the sovereignty that has been yours all along.
Speak softly in your mind or aloud.
I am ready to stand in my power.
I claim my truth,
My voice,
My life in all its fullness.
Feel the words land in your body,
In your belly and stay here for a few breaths remembering the power of who you truly are.
When you feel ready,
Isis places her hand on your shoulder.
There is no sense of farewell in her touch,
Only recognition.
Your crown remains on your head as you rise and you have a deep knowing that you can return to this space anytime you need a reminder of your sovereignty.
You walk back through the hall and through the temple doors into the bright desert sunlight.
Above a bird of prey circles in the clear blue sky,
Its cry ringing out like an anthem.
With each step across the warm sand,
You feel yourself carrying this inner throne,
This knowledge of your power back into the world.
You are returning back into your physical body now.
Allow your breath to move your chest and your belly.
You may still feel the weight of the crown on your head.
Wiggle your fingers,
Wiggle your toes and when you are ready,
Open your eyes.
